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We had a flying visit to Reading, with me driving as Tim isn’t at present – he had a hospital appointment, which went very well, though the Royal Berks is a charmingly friendly hospital but really poorly internally signposted. We had to ask our way several times, and we were only going to outpatients. The first receptionist was interested to see that his name is Large. “I’m Little!” she said.

Slogans. Hmmm. Any thoughts on slogans? On the way down, we were behind a Bibendum van. Rethinking wine drinking since 1982, was the tagline. Hm, said Tim. They can’t be very good at it then, can they? Or they’d have got it right by now.

On the way to the hospital, I noted a Marks and Spencer lorry. The adventure starts here – I think. I’ve been unable to find it online. They’re probably embarrassed.

If anyone can define what the Labour party says with For the many, not the few, then I’d be glad to know. Because it can mean whatever anyone wants it to, as far as I can see. I could say more about political parties and their straplines and I probably will, at some point.

As for buzzwords, we saw plenty of those. We suspect that they are put into a hat and two or three picked out, put into a slogan and sold at huge cost to a hapless company whose board of directors believe that, the more you pay a publicist, the more he or she is worth.

Oh, I haven’t noticed the JL one yet. The only one that’s permeated my consciousness is the Iceland one that was banned. It made a good point but I didn’t see why it would make me think any better of Iceland.

The Unobservant Eye of Z

Dramatis personae:
My husband, Lovely Tim or LT for short (though he is actually tall).
My late husband, the Sage, aka Russell.
My children: Dearest daughter Weeza, who has London Ways, is married to Phil. Their daughter is Zerlina Buttercup and their son is Augustus Bufo. Elder son - Al X, is married to Dilly. Their children are Squiffany Virgilia, Maximus Pugsley and Hadrian Swallow. Younger son - Ro married to Dora and their two-year-old is Rufus Russell.
Big Sister: Wink. She lives in Wiltshire, 230 miles away, but we're much closer than that.
We live with our cat Eloise, a black tortoiseshell half-Ragdoll.
Bantams live in the garden and cats live in the barns but we feed them and they have ambitions to be pets too. In addition, cows come to visit in the summer. Mostly, they stay in the fields. None of them has got a hoof in the door yet.
There is an annexe to the house, where Roses lives and her beloved, Lawrence, spends a lot of time there. Her son, Boy, lives there too.

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Updating takes too much memory, sorry - but then I'm not very young any more, so am hanging on to the memory I've got. Please don't look for any significance in the order - I'm not drunk but I am disorderly.

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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.

Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?